I can feel your intentions, dear
I can feel your intentions, dear
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
Let's fog up the windows
Be creative with your holes
Be useful, peeping tom
Perverted enough to be fun
The only currency she has
Let's get totally unprofessional
Inner thighs are a good destination
You're hot, so what's not to like?
Not much room for imagination
If she's pretty, eat her cookie
Better not waste any cum drops
I'd rather be your first, stepson
What matters is your education, son